John Stuart Mill: A Criticism with Personal Recollections
John Stuart Mill: A Criticism with Personal Recollections
John Stuart Mill: A Criticism with Personal Recollections
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RECORDED CONVERSATIONS. 191<br />
we were entering St. James s Square, that Carlyle was de<br />
nouncing our religion and all its accessories. <strong>Mill</strong> struck in<br />
<strong>with</strong> the remark<br />
"<br />
Now, you are just the very man to tell the<br />
public your whole mind upon that subject ".<br />
This<br />
was net<br />
exactly what Carlyle fancied. He gave, <strong>with</strong> his peculiar<br />
grunt, the exclamation<br />
"<br />
Ho," and added,<br />
"<br />
it is some one<br />
like Frederick the Great that should do that ".<br />
The recently published "Journals of Caroline Fox" gives<br />
some very interesting pictures of <strong>Mill</strong> s conversations and ways,<br />
as he appeared between 1840 and 1846. His opinions about<br />
things in general in those years, so far as shown to the Falmouth<br />
circle, are very fairly set forth. The thing wanting to<br />
do full justice to his conversation is to present it in dialogue, so<br />
as to show how he could give and take <strong>with</strong> his fellow-talkers.<br />
A well-reported colloquy between him and Sterling would be<br />
very much to the purpose. He appears to great advantage in<br />
the way that he accommodated himself to the kind Foxes, on<br />
the occasion of staying at Falmouth during Henry s last illness.<br />
The letter to Barclay Fox, which I have referred to above<br />
(p. 61), is given at length. A remark of Sterling s is quoted,<br />
which corroborates what I have already said as to <strong>Mill</strong> s want<br />
of concreteness :<br />
"<br />
<strong>Mill</strong> has singularly little sense of the con<br />
crete, and, though possessing deep feeling, has little poetry ".<br />
He had, it seems to rne, the sense and the feeling, but not the<br />
power of expression, or of concrete embodiment in language<br />
which is the distinctive mark of the poetic genius. He was<br />
born to read, and not to write, poetry.<br />
A few lines on <strong>Mill</strong> s influence, past, present, and future,<br />
will bring our sketch to a close. Not that the topic has been<br />
left hitherto untouched; but that an express<br />
serve to bring up a few novel illustrations.<br />
reference will<br />
It is not for the opportunity of contradicting former opinions<br />
respecting him, but because the polemic and criticism of others<br />
are often more suggestive than mere exposition, that I quote